I’ve always loved to write. Whether or not I’m any good, well, that’s for others to decide.
George lowered his headset to his chair and stretched in his seat before turning to Joy. “It’s fourteen-hundred Zulu time, altitude is steady, Traffic Control is happy, and I’m going to take a piss.”
By Katherine Bodgerabout a year ago in Fiction
Before babies bled, Brawn balanced beauty. Birds’ bands brightly blew, Bears bravely barreled by, Beaucerons barked boldly,
By Katherine Bodgerabout a year ago in Poets
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